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From time to time we like to drink.

Not every day, or at every blink.

Our favorite choice is usually beer.

But from time to time the choices veer.

 

Some days the choice tends to be whiskey,

Usually Jack but at times we’ll be risky.

Some days the choice tends to be rum.

But usually on those days we’ll turn into bums.

 

So if you decide to take on this venture,

Of drinking these crazy, dehydrating quenchers.

The one thing I will almost always advise

Is to stay away from the drink, with crazy blue eyes.

 

Within it they hide five shots of liquor

From tequila to rum and everything sicker.

They’ll top it with blue, some sprite, and a lemon

Then send you off wobbling like you’re headed for Yemen.

 

It’ll make you forget your name and the date

It’ll make you walk everywhere but straight

You might even bump into some walls or a trucker

If you sip on this drink, Adios Mother Fucker.

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